Cattails stray between garbage cans,
empty beer bottles and sleeping bags...

If the night knew
how much they talk...

You hoard precious moments
and fill your cheeks with feelings...

Yesterday, or one of
these nights, I took that part...

I found myself abandoning
my skin because I do not...

Available for occupancy
a room for one, enriched...

The elixir runs dry
slowly and creeping...

You rose from the ocean
ancient, but graceful and sublime...

Chapped lips, gnawed nails
roosting in eclipse...

Just one frosty spark -
pure preciousness of the moon...

My thoughts revolve around all the things,
that my mind cannot grasp and perhaps...

Since we do not discuss
about who loves the other more...